From The Grey House:
Once dressed, he took a final look in the mirror and left the room. He was halfway down the stairs before his dream came flooding back. She had been pressed between a wall and him again. But this time, neither had resisted. He paused; hand on railing, halfway down a step. His eyes closed as the dream swept over him.
Vincent could almost feel her against him. A groan escaped him. Their encounter had left him wanting. He had enough willing women to keep him satisfied, but it had been a long time since he had felt a need this profound. He took a deep breath to try to steady his thoughts. He shook his head and continued down the steps. At least this evening’s business would help alleviate his frustrations.
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